BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  ***

  Instead of heading back to my apartment, I tell the driver to take me to my mom’s. I had planned on heading there for Christmas day, so no reason why I can’t drop by a bit early. Laura and I have closed up the shop for the holidays, so I don’t have any clients. Tomorrow I’ll have to go to Isaac’s to sign the papers that will make the shop mine, and I decide that instead of taking Niko I’ll get my mom to come with me.

  Mom is elated to see me, but my sour mood tells her something is up. Over hot chocolate, my story spills out. I tell her everything about Niko and the last couple months I’ve spent with him. She’s the first person to know I love him.

  “Sweetie.” She touches my hand. “Do you think you misinterpreted his actions? Maybe ripping up the contract wasn’t his way of hurting you. Maybe he wanted to set you free so you could be with him on your own terms.”

  I scoff at this. She always sees things through a romantic lens. “Nah, he’s playing mind games, just like Isaac did. I guess I never learn.” I shrug.

  But Mom doesn’t appear convinced. “I don’t know, kiddo. I think you might be wrong about this guy.”

  “You haven’t even met him! How can you say that?”

  She sips her cocoa then gives me a knowing look. “Remember when I dumped that asshole Jerry, back when you graduated?”

  I nod. Jerry was the drummer in a sleaze rock band called Acid Kitty. The guy had no respect for women. I had just finished high school and went on the road with Mom for one of her tours. I got to see firsthand just how shitty he treated her. Jerry could never keep it in his pants, and he constantly cheated on Mom. I nearly kicked the shit out of him and I told Mom to ditch him.

  “You said I’d be better off with Rick. Said your gut told you the roadie was in love with me and would treat me better than that douche bag ever could.” She grins.

  I realize what she’s getting at as the memories return and I smile. Rick was one of my mom’s roadies and still is. They’ve been together now for years, and I was the one who played matchmaker. Mom said much the same as me when I encouraged their romance. ‘You barely know Rick. Why do you think he’s so great?’ I told her gut instinct, and I had been right.

  But I’m not ready to admit this might be the case with Niko. The pain of what I perceived as his rejection is still too fresh. “We’ll see what happens.” I sigh. “Will you come with me to Isaac’s tomorrow while I sign the papers?”

  “Sure thing, hon.” She gets up and kisses the top of my head.

  ***

  After Christmas, I return to the shop. During the time I spent at Mom’s, I ignored several calls from Laura and Niko. Mom argued with me over it, but I remained stubborn and just shut my iPhone off.

  When I walked in this morning, Laura gave me a look halfway between curious and pissed off. But she worked on her clients and said nothing until we closed up for the day.

  “Why did you take off like that?” she asks now, as I douse the neon OPEN sign.

  Turning, I cross my arms over my chest. “Why didn’t you tell me you work at a sex club?”

  “Remember our privacy policy?” She mimics my defensive gesture.

  “Fair enough.” I walk toward the back room and she follows.

  “He wasn’t firing you. He was setting you free,” she says in regards to Niko ripping up the contract. “He wants you to be with him on your own terms.”

  “Why didn’t he just tell me that?” I snap as I whirl on her once we enter the area behind the shop.

  She huffs. “He was going to, but you didn’t give him a chance.” Laura places a hand on my chest. “Look, Chad, let’s sit. I have a couple of things to tell you.”

  I sit in one of the arm chairs while she perches in the one across from me. Laura hands me a coffee then begins.

  “I’m a femdom, and I work at the club.”

  “Yeah, I kinda figured that last night.”

  “Shut up and listen.” She sticks a finger in my face. “I don’t have a regular submissive I work for. I’m kind of a sex freelancer. Anyway, that’s where I met Niko—”

  “So you lied to me.” My hackles go up. “You two were lovers.”

  She shakes her head and sighs. “No, Chad. Like I told you before, he’s as gay as you are. We’ve never been intimate. Niko met me through his brother, Ivan, who is also a member of Surrender. I was working for Ivan at the time. Niko found out I was a tattooist by day, liked my work.” She points to the sleeve of tats that decorates her left arm. “So he asked to book an appointment. You don’t remember him coming to the shop that day, do you?”

  I frown at her. “You did set me up.”

  She holds out a hand as if to keep my anger at bay. “Niko was impressed with more than my tat work. He kept asking about you while I worked on him. You were doing a back piece on some hot Marine that day. Guess you only had eyes for your client, but Niko barely looked away from you. He asked if I would set you two up. I told him you were still getting over Isaac, and Niko and I worked something out.”

  “So, what, he paid you to get in my pants?” My fists close around the arms of the chair.

  “For fuck’s sake, no!” Laura jolts to her feet. “I knew your walls were high. How many times did you rant about going celibate for good?” She tolls her eyes. “Knew that wouldn’t last. So I helped Niko play Cupid. I knew you and him would be perfect for one another, but you’re so stubborn I knew you’d never see it. So I nudged fate a little.”

  I don’t know what to say. Part of me is fuming that my best friend arranged this without my permission, lied to me, but another part isn’t that surprised it was a scheme between the two from the start. And I know Laura had the best of intentions. She’s always looking out for me.

  She reaches out and gives my cheek a gentle pinch. “I told him about Isaac bullying you, about the money, and he wanted to help. He’s crazy about you, Chad, and he misses you like hell. You should go see him.”

  My pulse quickens at this news. In hindsight, I feel like an asshole. How could I have mistaken his gesture for anything but love? Because I’m too suspicious for my own good, and let my anger get the best of me too easily.

  I press the keys to the shop into Laura’s hand. “What’re you doing Wednesday?”

  Her eyebrows knit in bewilderment. “Why?”

  I smile, reach out and cup her shoulder as I stand. “I’m gonna see if Niko could arrange an appointment with his lawyer. This shop is yours now, and we need to make it all legal. Consider it a belated Christmas present.”

  She gapes at me. “What? We’re partners. Where are you gonna go?”

  I swipe a quick kiss over her cheek before I grab my jacket. “Change of career plans. You’re looking at a magician’s apprentice now.”

  Before she can say more, I’m out the door and in my car. A light snow fall starts as I drive toward Niko’s penthouse.

  ***

  Niko wears a poker face when he lets me in, and my stomach tenses as I try to gauge his mood. How angry is he that I walked out and haven’t spoken to him over Christmas?

  “It’s good to see you,” he says, then steps aside to let me in.

  “You too.” I shove my hands deep into the pockets of my leather jacket.

  “I thought you weren’t coming back. Does this mean you’ll be performing in the New Year’s show?”

  “Sure, I’d like that.” I follow him toward the kitchen. “Didn’t know if you’d want me on stage anymore.”

  He turns and pours us a drink. “Of course. I wouldn’t perform the new illusion without you. You helped me create it.”

  I stare into the scotch he pushes toward me. “I’m sorry I took off like that. It was stupid of me to assume.”

  After a long sip, he replies, “You’re right. It was stupid. But you’re forgiven.” He sets the tumbler down and puts his hand on mine. “We haven’t much time before the New Year’s performance. We’ll need to practice.”

  I smirk, knowing where he’s going with this.
“I should probably stay over for the next few days so we can cram in as many rehearsals as we can.”

  He smiles. “I agree.” Then his voice softens and he draws nearer to the counter that separates us. “I missed you.”

  Reaching up, I stroke his beard. “Me too.”

  “I tore that contract up because I didn’t want you to feel like my possession. This relationship—I want it to be on equal terms. You’re more than a companion to me.”

  Emotion surges in my chest and I move around the counter so I can be close to him, wrap my arms around his broad waist. “You’re more than an employer. I love you, Niko.”

  Before he takes my lips in a rough kiss, he murmurs, “I love you too.”

  He leads me to the bedroom, and we make out frantically along the way. Our tussle knocks over a plant and smashes a vase. I mumble I’m sorry but he says not to worry. It wasn’t expensive anyway.

  In the bedroom, we part long enough for him to grab something from his dressing table. He turns and holds up a pair of glinting handcuffs. “Your turn.” He tosses the cuffs to me, strips naked, and climbs up on the bed.

  I shed my clothes quickly as well and join him. “I’m going to dominate the fuck out of you.”

  His eyes flash with desire. “I’m counting on it.”

  I snick the cuffs around his wrists and attach them to the bedposts. Then I pause, soaking in his powerful physique. “There’s something else I want.”

  “Greedy.” He shakes the cuffs. “Name it, then let’s get started.” Already his dick swells with arousal.

  “I gave the tat shop to Laura. I’m changing careers.” My hand smoothes over the dark hair covering his chest. “You’re looking at your new apprentice.”

  He arches up to meet my fingers when they curl around his cock. “Two magicians sharing the stage.” He considers this. “Well, it worked for Siegfried and Roy. Master your apprenticeship and I may even make you full partner.”

  I agree to this, but for now my focus is on mastering him.

  I go to one of the drawers where he keeps his toys and select a cock ring. Then I return to the bed and slip it down to the base of his shaft. He moans, but I press a finger to his lips.

  “No reactions until I allow it,’ I say, and he obeys, gritting his teeth when I bow my head and lave my tongue over his balls.

  My tongue moves to his asshole. I nip at his perineum and he hisses air between his teeth as his hips buck up. With firm hands, I hold him down, keep him still. My teeth sink into his scrotum and I tug this sensitive flesh while I pump his cock with one hand. When he moans again, I slap him hard on the thigh.

  “Behave,” I admonish.

  “Yes, sir,” he growls.

  I retrieve a vibrating butt plug from his toy stash, lube it up, and then tease his hole with it before I shove it into his rectum and notch the speed to high. His jaw works as he holds back his cries of pleasure. I watch his face, enjoying his struggle.

  Then I leave the bedroom long enough to grab an ice cube. When I return, I wrap my lips around his cock and suck him off with the cold piece in my mouth. He lets out an “Ahhhh,” of surprise and I squeeze his balls hard to punish the outburst. I continue to torture him with the ice as he thrashes in his shackles. The cube swirls over his glans, and I guide it under the ridge with my deft tongue. I sweep it up and down his shaft as he bucks his hips up, shoving his penis deep into my mouth.

  “Let me cum, you bastard,” he snarls. “I can’t take it anymore.”

  I slap his thigh hard again. “That’s no way to talk to your dom. I should leave you here, unsatisfied.”

  His eyes blaze with fury and desire. “Let’s remember who the real dom is.”

  This makes me chuckle, but I sense I’ve pushed him as far as I should. So I remove the ring and suck him hard then soft, moving my mouth up and down his cock in a frenzy as I bring him to release. He soon spews his pearly seed into my mouth and I swallow it all.

  “Untie me,” he commands when he’s done.

  “Say please.”

  He gives me a glare. “Please.”

  I still hesitate, enjoying this turnabout. “Please, sir.”

  “Please, sir. Right now!”

  I do as I’m told, and when his shackles are removed he takes me into his arms and pins me to the bed. He stares into my eyes and his raw lust sends a thrill up my spine.

  “Now I’m going to return the favor,” he says. “Again and again.”

  As he binds me to the bed, my heart speeds up, thinking of how our few days of practice will also be filled with much torment and pleasure. And we have a lifetime of this to look forward to.

  Later, as he drifts off to sleep, I whisper in his ear, “Did you cast a spell over me during that ritual?”

  “You returned to me, didn’t you?”

  ***

  Surrender To His Pleasure

  Surrender Series Vol. 7

  By Anita Lawless

  A switch is caught between a MMA fighter and a sexy dom.

  ***

  Surrender To His Pleasure

  “And then she said ‘Your dress is too short, honey,” the little blonde at his side chirped. “Can you believe it? Who is she to tell me whether my dress is too short or not…”

  Her words melted into the blur of voices surrounding him. At one time, Nash would’ve already sweet talked her phone number out of her. She was cute, even if she was a chronic chirper. Instead he just let the woman yammer on about whatever and gave a noncommittal “Ummhmm,” when he thought he should. His mind wasn’t on getting laid tonight. Hadn’t been on it in a while. Not since Fiona walked out of his life six months ago.

  Sure, there had been women. There had been sex. But every partner he took to his bed wore her face. His ex-wife was determined to haunt him to his grave.

  His brother Thomas appeared in the crowd and moved swiftly toward him. Just as the little blonde wrapped a hand around his bicep, Thomas stopped in front of him.

  “You busy?” Thomas’ gaze darted from Nash to the blonde.

  “Nah, what do you need?” Nash stood up and the little blonde pouted. He murmured, “Sorry, honey,” to the tiny chirper and then focused on his brother/boss.

  “Got a situation in one of the private rooms.” He pointed a thumb toward the balcony that wrapped around the second floor of the club. “I need some muscle to back me up.”

  Nash called to Bernie, who was deep in conversation with a curvy brunette near the bar. “Take over for me.”

  Bernie nodded and left the lady to take up Nash’s post. The little blonde brightened when the tall, well muscled Scandinavian took the stool Nash just vacated. She reached up and rubbed Bernie’s bald head and snuggled close.

  Nash followed his brother through the crowd toward the wrought iron, spiral staircase that led to the private rooms. He’d worked as a bouncer at Claim Me, a Surrender Inc. BDSM club, for a few months now. His brother bought the place to add to his list of investments. Thomas mainly earned his money in casinos—something Nash teased him about, saying this made him a walking cliché: an aboriginal who acquired his wealth through a string of gambling joints. But now he was moving into the domination and submission trade with this place. Then main floor was a night club, complete with a bar, dance floor, booming hip hop, and bodies writhing. Scattered through it were faux rooms with glass walls through which patrons could watch BDSM scenes. A femdom flogging her submissive. A towering dom spanking his mistress. Whatever your pleasure, Claim Me had it. But the real action happened in the private rooms upstairs.

  Thomas led him to Room 9 and stopped before he turned the knob. “The woman’s got a gun. She’s holding one of my best switches and her client hostage. We have to be careful.”

  Nash frowned. “I thought you said you screened everyone thoroughly. How the hell did this shit get in?”

  Thomas sighed. “The guy lied. Told us his divorce was final. Said his wife wasn’t cool with spanking him, so he had to get it elsewhere. Everythin
g checked out. Anyway… See for yourself.”

  Thomas opened the door and the screeching started.

  “Get out! This is between me and them.” A pretty woman in tight jeans and a leather jacket whirled toward them, pointing a pistol right at Nash’s waist. At six foot seven, the woman would have to look up and aim higher to get his chest.

  “Ma’am, put the gun down.” Thomas took another step into the room. “We can all talk about this in my office.”

  When Nash’s gaze swept to the pair she was holding hostage, his stomach tightened and his heart squeezed in his chest, but he didn’t show it. Instead he stared at his ex-wife, Fiona, and she stared back with a riding crop poised just above the bare ass of her balding client.

  “Rebecca!” the prone man shouted at his distraught wife. “Put the gun down and get out of here now. I won’t press charges if you just walk away.”

  “You promised we’d try and work things out.” The lady with blonde chunks running through her black hair sobbed.

  “Sweetie, there is nothing left to work out,” her husband continued. “We both tried. But we’re from different worlds. I need this.” With his head, he motioned to the riding crop Fiona had ready to strike. “You can’t do it. Opposites attract, sure, but they don’t always make it for the long haul.”

  While the husband tried to talk her down, and Rebecca’s focus was solely on the man, Nash managed to slip around behind her slowly. For a big man, he was stealthy. He remembered when he and Fiona lived together he could often sneak up behind her without his wife realizing. She used to say he was too light on his feet for her own good.

  “Put the gun down, ma’am.” Nash wrapped a big hand around Rebecca’s and forced her to point the weapon at the ground before she could react.

  A shot went off, booming through the room and piercing the hardwood beneath them.

  “Fuck!” Thomas shouted. “Get that gun away from this crazy bitch.” Then he ran out of the room to see if anyone was wounded below, leaving Nash to deal with his ex and the mess alone.